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I got the gist of itI admit all has becomeMore shit than witAnd that's all it's worthTell me, tell me, is there more to this? (whoa)Tell me, tell me, is there more to hope for?You missed your mark on appreciationIt wasn't my job to let you knowThat your greed is filled with envyAnd now I find you more deceivingDear mistress, I've become part of your plotOf your mysterious, motionless ways have me tied in a knotThis is more than wordsIt's simple, I assure youThat every word was well rehearsedYou missed your mark on appreciationIt wasn't my job to let you knowThat your greed is filled with envyAnd now I find you more deceivingLet's just wait, we'll sit it through, we'll sit it through From Letras Mania